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I pull up, heart poundin’—am I really doin’ this? She smirks, says, “Hey, big guy, need a hand?” I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, lady, I ain’t no rookie!” Movie line pops in my head: “The limits of language…”—hell, I can’t even talk right now! Tongue’s all tied, palms sweaty—pathetic. She’s chill tho, tells me her name’s Cherry. Fake as my ex’s tears, but who cares?

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More than prostitutes are scattered about the sacristy and along the apse and the transept of the St. Nizier church in the heart of this central French.

Alright, listen up. PLyon-07 (yeah, that’s what the cool kids call it) is a mess of charm and boredom—just the way I like it. I hate everything, but damn, some parts surprise me. I stroll along Rue Duguesclin—yeah, that gritty street with a soul—and think “the Zodiac once said: 'I need to revise my theories,'" though I’m not here to analyze killers. Seriously, I’m a sexologist and I see stuff most folks avoid.

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